A Different Christmas
The stockings will not number again, the count of thirty-three.
The meal is much smaller now, than it had been in years before, The family that has gathered, knows that there are many more. Their faces and their presence, will not be brought this day, It’s a far and silent honor, to the lives at grace we pray. As we give thanks and gather, no…
Sometimes those Forever People pass too soon. I took a picture of you, I know that we’re friends That little picture, that we laugh at and send It is just a little snap, of when we went to that place It is not at all needed to remember your face Your smile and aura were…